Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.